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CHASE

    I'm surrounded by darkness, and I don't know where I am. There's an unsettling silence hanging in the air, and I feel afraid.
    I feel defeated.
    I look around, searching for answers. For something or someone, but there's nothing.
    I'm trembling, but I'm not cold. I'm alone.
    "Lucas?" I whisper faintly. "Alex?" I know it's useless.
    I spin in circles, walk a little, search for a way out. But there's not anything.
    And then out of nowhere it appears; my childhood home, or at least the memory of it.
    I'm taken aback, and stumble back a little. One moment it wasn't there, and another it is.
    Someone's standing on the porch steps; face concealed by shadows, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. I slowly walk closer.
    "What's going on?" I ask, my voice startlingly loud in the empty silence. The hooded figure doesn't move. "Who are you?" But I receive no response. I'm still a few feet in front of him, but I dare not go any closer. There's suddenly a dreadful feeling in my chest, and I know something bad is going to happen.
    There's a few minutes of pure silence, my heartbeat growing faster by the second, my mind going through a thousand possibilities.
    "I have nothing!" Someone suddenly wails behind me. "Nothing because of you!" It's a girl's voice, thick with anger and desperation.
    I turn around but there's no one there, as if the voice came out of nowhere. My heart thumps painfully in my chest. I cannot understand my fear.
    "Who is it?" I ask a little frantically. But I already know. I know it's her. I spin around again, looking for the hooded figure on the porch steps.
    But there's only darkness. As if I'm suddenly blind.
    He's gone, and so is the house; only empty space left.
    Trying hard not to lose my composure, I take deep breaths and try to steady my pulse. I'm not successful.
    Then, floating in mid-air a few feet away from me, I see it; a small tongue of fire producing a faint orange glow around it.
    As I walk closer, I can feel the heat it produces grow hotter against my face. The warmth is almost inviting, hypnotizing. I want to reach out to it.
    It looks lonely there, floating in space without a source or purpose, but beautiful nonetheless. It's a perfect combination of oranges, yellows and reds. It looks so small, but gives the feeling of being deadly.
    A feeling of unease creeps up my spine.
   Black gloved hands appear out of nowhere. They encircle the flame and extinguish it with a mute clap.
    I stumble backwards, startled by the sudden appearance of the hooded man in front of me.
    And although I can't see him in the darkness, I can feel his breath on my face, and the heat of his body close to mine.
    He laughs a dark deep laugh. My body shivers and I freeze, but not because of the sound of it, but because it's mine. And although the laugh sounds strange and foreign, I know it. It's my voice.
    But it's not coming from my mouth.
    The body heat in front of me disappears, leaving a cold breeze in its place; and as if by magic, the house reappears a few feet away from me, hooded man placed on the steps again. He reaches a hand to pull the hood off his head, revealing an all too familiar face underneath it.
    I'm looking at myself.
    But although he's physically identical to me, there's an unknown look on his eyes that doesn't belong to me. They seem empty, cruel and fierce. He's a stranger.
    My mouth hangs open in shock, my mind not quite processing it yet.
     His face, or mine, stretches into an unnaturally cruel smile. He stretches his hand out, and opens it. The little tongue of fire reappears.
    "How—" I manage weakly, but am interrupted by my own voice.
    "Beautiful, isn't it?" Other Chase says. He stares curiously at the flame, as if it were something utterly important and interesting. "Want to see a magic trick?" The small flame explodes into a huge ball of fire blinding me momentarily. When my eyes adjust and my skin stops screaming from the heat, I look back at the house. Or what's left of it.
    Fire is consuming everything unfortunate enough to come near its claws. It licks the wood of the porch, the front door, the windows, the stairway, the roof, everything; incinerating it as it goes. It's eating the house completely. And although my heart is tearing at the sight of my childhood home burning down, I can't help but notice it looks somewhat beautiful.
    "What have you done?" I scream hysterically. "Why did you do that?"
    During all this, other Chase has come by to standing next to me. "Magnificent isn't it?" he says calmly, almost adoringly.
    "What are you talking about? My house is burning!" I exclaim incredulously.
    "So?" his voice remains indifferent, his eyes trained on the flame show in front of him.
    I grab at my hair frantically, "So? What do you mean so? Why did you do this?" I exclaim, losing my composure. "What are you? You're a monster!"
    Now he looks at me, my own eyes shooting me a venomous look.  "No Chase," My voice growls at me, a menacing edge to it that would've never come out of my mouth. Except it did. "You are."
    By now the fire's spread all its way to us. I look down at my feet, and they're burning, there's fire all around me. I look around, but other Chase is gone. I'm alone again, with only the company of the deadly flames as they lick their way up my legs and arms, drowning me with unbearable heat and pain. I wail in agony, my skin on fire. My mouth produces no sound, but I don't seem to notice. The maddening heat is everything that consumes my thoughts. The last words he said to me echo through my head, over and over again, but with no specific meaning.
    "I have nothing because of you!" I hear the girl's voice faintly, still thick with anger and desperation.
    And I remember. She's right.

Description
CHASE

    I'm surrounded by darkness, and I don't know where I am. There's an unsettling silence hanging in the air, and I feel afraid.
    I feel defeated.
    I look around, searching for answers. For something or someone, but there's nothing.
    I'm trembling, but I'm not cold. I'm alone.
    "Lucas?" I whisper faintly. "Alex?" I know it's useless.
    I spin in circles, walk a little, search for a way out. But there's not anything.
    And then out of nowhere it appears; my childhood home, or at least the memory of it.
    I'm taken aback, and stumble back a little. One moment it wasn't there, and another it is.
    Someone's standing on the porch steps; face concealed by shadows, wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. I slowly walk closer.
    "What's going on?" I ask, my voice startlingly loud in the empty silence. The hooded figure doesn't move. "Who are you?" But I receive no response. I'm still a few feet in front of him, but I dare not go any closer. There's suddenly a dreadful feeling in my chest, and I know something bad is going to happen.
    There's a few minutes of pure silence, my heartbeat growing faster by the second, my mind going through a thousand possibilities.
    "I have nothing!" Someone suddenly wails behind me. "Nothing because of you!" It's a girl's voice, thick with anger and desperation.
    I turn around but there's no one there, as if the voice came out of nowhere. My heart thumps painfully in my chest. I cannot understand my fear.
    "Who is it?" I ask a little frantically. But I already know. I know it's her. I spin around again, looking for the hooded figure on the porch steps.
    But there's only darkness. As if I'm suddenly blind.
    He's gone, and so is the house; only empty space left.
    Trying hard not to lose my composure, I take deep breaths and try to steady my pulse. I'm not successful.
    Then, floating in mid-air a few feet away from me, I see it; a small tongue of fire producing a faint orange glow around it.
    As I walk closer, I can feel the heat it produces grow hotter against my face. The warmth is almost inviting, hypnotizing. I want to reach out to it.
    It looks lonely there, floating in space without a source or purpose, but beautiful nonetheless. It's a perfect combination of oranges, yellows and reds. It looks so small, but gives the feeling of being deadly.
    A feeling of unease creeps up my spine.
   Black gloved hands appear out of nowhere. They encircle the flame and extinguish it with a mute clap.
    I stumble backwards, startled by the sudden appearance of the hooded man in front of me.
    And although I can't see him in the darkness, I can feel his breath on my face, and the heat of his body close to mine.
    He laughs a dark deep laugh. My body shivers and I freeze, but not because of the sound of it, but because it's mine. And although the laugh sounds strange and foreign, I know it. It's my voice.
    But it's not coming from my mouth.
    The body heat in front of me disappears, leaving a cold breeze in its place; and as if by magic, the house reappears a few feet away from me, hooded man placed on the steps again. He reaches a hand to pull the hood off his head, revealing an all too familiar face underneath it.
    I'm looking at myself.
    But although he's physically identical to me, there's an unknown look on his eyes that doesn't belong to me. They seem empty, cruel and fierce. He's a stranger.
    My mouth hangs open in shock, my mind not quite processing it yet.
     His face, or mine, stretches into an unnaturally cruel smile. He stretches his hand out, and opens it. The little tongue of fire reappears.
    "How—" I manage weakly, but am interrupted by my own voice.
    "Beautiful, isn't it?" Other Chase says. He stares curiously at the flame, as if it were something utterly important and interesting. "Want to see a magic trick?" The small flame explodes into a huge ball of fire blinding me momentarily. When my eyes adjust and my skin stops screaming from the heat, I look back at the house. Or what's left of it.
    Fire is consuming everything unfortunate enough to come near its claws. It licks the wood of the porch, the front door, the windows, the stairway, the roof, everything; incinerating it as it goes. It's eating the house completely. And although my heart is tearing at the sight of my childhood home burning down, I can't help but notice it looks somewhat beautiful.
    "What have you done?" I scream hysterically. "Why did you do that?"
    During all this, other Chase has come by to standing next to me. "Magnificent isn't it?" he says calmly, almost adoringly.
    "What are you talking about? My house is burning!" I exclaim incredulously.
    "So?" his voice remains indifferent, his eyes trained on the flame show in front of him.
    I grab at my hair frantically, "So? What do you mean so? Why did you do this?" I exclaim, losing my composure. "What are you? You're a monster!"
    Now he looks at me, my own eyes shooting me a venomous look.  "No Chase," My voice growls at me, a menacing edge to it that would've never come out of my mouth. Except it did. "You are."
    By now the fire's spread all its way to us. I look down at my feet, and they're burning, there's fire all around me. I look around, but other Chase is gone. I'm alone again, with only the company of the deadly flames as they lick their way up my legs and arms, drowning me with unbearable heat and pain. I wail in agony, my skin on fire. My mouth produces no sound, but I don't seem to notice. The maddening heat is everything that consumes my thoughts. The last words he said to me echo through my head, over and over again, but with no specific meaning.
    "I have nothing because of you!" I hear the girl's voice faintly, still thick with anger and desperation.
    And I remember. She's right.